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Thursday, November 22, 2007

John F. Kennedy...May 29, 1917-November 22, 1963

He was so young and youthful, such a great orator, and he was our leader and commander in chief starting with his inaugeration on a frigid January morning in 1961 and ending on that black Friday, November 22nd, 1963, a day which will always live in infamy and people who were alive then will never forget where they were and what they were doing when the indescribably sad news was released at lunchtime. I used to listen to his Inaugeral Address incessantly on an album that my dear Mom bought for me, and these words still echo SO true. "Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what YOU can do for your country."

He was shot dead in Dallas, Texas by a lone assasin, Lee Harvey Oswald, the first shot going through his neck, from the rear, and the second shot that blew off a potion of the back of his head. That killing blow took off the right rear of his head and scattered skull parts and grey brain matter throughout his open-topped limosine. That moment, forever in time, was captured on frame #313 of the Zapruder film, one of the most complete pieces of photograpic footage of a President sacrificing everything for his country and it's citizens that is known to this very day, 44 years later. At that point, as the limosine STARTED to accelerate towards Parkland Hospital, it was too late to do any good at all. Our President had died. He took his last breath while in the arms of his wife Jackie. And the nation cried. And wept. Wall to wall television coverage started on that Friday, with the jet ride home to DC, the swearing in of the NEW President, Lyndon Baines Johnson, while ABOARD Air Force One, right through to live coverage of Oswald being transferred from one jail to another in Dallas on the following Sunday, just two days later. A bar owner and friend of the police, Jack Ruby, stepped up to within three feet of him and shot him in the gut. His screams were audible over the audio feed of NBC, and those were chilling sights and sounds. He died while in the ambulance. And with that, all the questions asked and unasnwered, to THIS day, remain so.

We thank you, John Fitzgerald Kennedy, or Jack, as he was referred to by so many. And one of his aides, Kenny O'Donnell, put it best. "Jack, we hardly knew ye." And we didn't. 1000 days. Jack, rest in peace.

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